This was a reply to someone who asked the general public for a love poem
Tiger, tiger, burning bright, I’ve got butterflies in my tummy, Pitiful, how pitiful, is my plight, I’ve got the tongue of a mummy.
Oh what limpid pools — her eyes, And her hair smells a little like litchi, My head, oh gods, it’s full of mice, Not all is well and peachy.
Today, I must, I can, I will, Lay bare to her my 130/90 heart, Will she say I fit the bill? Or just call me a boring fart?
Here she is, I will, I must, Unveil my true love true, My love for me, my love or bust, I hope she says “I do”.
‘Tis done, at last, ’tis said, I admitted and self-consciously laughed, She smiled and said, “Oh, dear, sweet Ted, Don’t be daft.”
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I spy with my little eye– inspiration from William Blake’s “The Tyger” :P
~Nirbheek
Away, with your puerile ways, brat!
Heh.
Charming!!